8/22/20—
She came in to work today tear-stained. It looked almost as if she hadn't put on makeup or showered, but she was still beautiful. Her face was drenched in sweat, and co-workers came to her rescue because she collapsed on the floor. In the midst of all this, I saw her glance at me. It was a questioning look. I've seen them look at me like that quite often as I stared at her. It was nothing new. Except it came from her. I wonder what she was thinking as she made that expression towards me. I wonder what I did to upset her like this. Her lover was absent today. I wanted them to fight. But I hate seeing her sad. I'm confused, diary. I am utterly in love with someone who could never return my feelings.
